Just finished: Hyperion by Dan Simmons

To label “Hyperion” as a simple platitude like “fictional novel” would be to regard the Louvre as “just another museum.” Simmons did not write a book, but rather engineered a layer cake; a trans-generational celebration of literature cultivating his own unique storytelling within. 

I’ve come to relish this book as a bible of expression in the literary form. The mere nature of it provides one great lesson outside the many beautiful delicacies within. That lesson synthesizes with another great piece of advice I learned only within the recent past: Imitation, a great form of flattery, can also serve as a nurturing tutor. Simmons is not afraid to interweave wisdom from past works while simultaneously crafting a unique piece of his own.